Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Donald Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.